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Azazel opened his drawer, took the file he recovered from her house, and undid it by unwinding a little thread in the front. He placed all the contents of the file on the table, spreading them evenly and examining them one by one. His eyes narrowed at the passports before him. Why did Damien have five different passports? All in his name, from several countries. This is not normal. Usually, people have multiple passports but with different aliases. His family also possesses various passports, but all under pseudonyms and other names. What is he hiding? And how does his doll tie into all of this? He sat there, blood pulsing and headache growing. But his pain isn’t significant now. Her life is. He picked up the certificates before him. Did Athena have another name? Or was it Iris? And who burned these? The possibilities of this situation are endless. Did Damien know someone was after him? Is it why he burned these? Why would he be careless and let someone abduct him if he knew? He cou
Athena hasn’t heard from Azazel since the last time he fucked her brains out. She had sent him several texts asking for a divorce, but all she got in response was kiss gifs and love emojis. Never in her life did she imagine that a man like Azazel would send her emojis, let alone love emojis. She didn’t think the man even knew how to send a regular text without so much as multiple threats in it.This irritated her so much. She wanted to call and give him an earful, but she didn’t want to be the first one to break the silence. She has been trying to persuade him relentlessly, but he didn’t respond to any of her texts after that. The day of the party had arrived. Athena had been feeling dizzy. The thought that she might be pregnant did not cross her mind, not even once. With everything going on, her health took the back burner for her. Sophie barged into her room without knocking on her door, “Thena,” she called her sister. Athena didn’t know what to respond to. She was not used to norm
Athena gave herself time to return from what she had just experienced. She just got assaulted in a room full of people. She had the urge to resist doing what he had asked her to do, but knowing him, he would let everyone know, and that would break people’s hearts. What has her life become? So, she decided to do what he asked and turned her heels away from the party. Picking her dress up, she walked up the stairs. As instructed, she reached the drawing room. Slowly opening the door, she put one foot inside and noticed a man standing by the window. The lights were turned off, and the window was open. The door closed as soon as she entered, shutting behind her with a thud. The man turned around and motioned for her to come close, and she stepped inside. He motioned her to come closer, and she did. “My good little girl,” the man’s voice reached Athena’s ears, and fear struck her as thunder. Her mind refused to act as she was too frozen to move. She knew that voice that haunted her dream
Azazel put Athena in his car. He brushed the hair out of her forehead. Her head was lying on his chest. Her breath came in steady, slow paces, tickling his neck, showing that she was alive. He kissed her forehead and rested his head on top of hers. Her earlier outburst made him think. How she desperately tried to free herself hurt him. Her comparing him with that pedophilic bastard hurt him so much, like a whiplash on an already deep wound. He knew he wasn’t the right man; he was a bastard who carried vice in his blood, and he knew he sought to control more than anything. But comparing him with a low-life bastard broke his heart. Why it hurt so much was a mystery.He did the right thing. He won’t ever apologize for killing Rupert. The bastard deserved to die. The only thing he regretted was killing him quickly. He should’ve tortured him more, showing his sadism for as much thinking about his doll in the wrong way.“Do you want to set yourself free, Doll? Do you hate me that much?” he r
A man stood on his balcony, deep in his dark thoughts. He would’ve had the company of his burning cigarette to accompany his deep and sad thoughts, but he could not do that, as he was worried that his baby would be affected. He clutched the railing, dreading the silent night. The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. He wondered how many people were in the same situation as he was.The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky, illuminating his beautiful skin and making him look like a silver wolf on a blood-mooned night. He looked up at the blanket of stars stretched to infinity and asked them if they would convince his lover to be with him, but the stars were distant watchers. They watch but never act. They see but never reveal. The silence of the night met with his ears, and there was no volume except for the occasional barking of faraway dogs that broke the silence of the night.After standing for a while, Azazel strolled back to his room, where she was s
“I want to stop at my dad’s,” Athena uttered, breaking the silence in the car. He shifted his gaze from his conscientious search for Rupert’s murder in the media. Azazel nodded, asking the driver to change direction. She brought some flowers to her dad, replacing the old ones with new ones. She glanced at her dad’s face. The man now had hollow and shrunken cheeks; his once prominent jawline looked blunt. Her eyes glistened with the lack of unspoken words. She remembered how she used to play with her dad’s smoothly-shaven jaw when they were watching TV. She missed all of it with him. “Hello, Dad,” she kissed her father’s forehead. She took his hands into hers, settling by his side, “I don’t know if you are counting days, but I am,” she had been praying, offering gifts to gods of different religions, asking them to wake her dad. “I don’t know if you are listening to me, Dad, but if you are, please come back. We all are waiting for your return,” she squeezed his fingers. They looked th
“Where are we?” Athena asked, getting out of the car. “This is my penthouse,” Nevin helped her to get down. “You don’t have to help me, Nev. I am pregnant, not ill,” she smiled, and he returned the smile. She was about to ask Nevin why she had never heard anything about this, but her phone stole her attention, “Hello, Mom,” she stuffed her phone between her shoulder and her ear, trying to undo her shoes. “Did you reach?” Iris asked, putting Blanche to bed. The woman collapsed after the funeral, they brought her home, and Iris has stayed with her ever since. “I have Mom,” she successfully removed those shoes and placed them on the stand. Getting up, she correctly set the phone to her ear. “Mom,” she called. “Yes, sweety,” Iris closed the door behind her and stepped out. “Do you hate me?” Athena asked, feeling ashamed that she had left her parents there. “Where is this coming from, Theia?” Iris couldn’t understand why Athena would even think that. “You just got back, and I left
“So, I heard Theia is with Nev,” Tristan sat next to Azazel while throwing rocks into the lake. They both dipped their feet in the water and paddled with them. The little lake was their sanctuary whenever the brothers felt sad. “I know, but how do you know?” Azazel asked, ignoring the pain in his heart. “I just do,” Tris threw another stone, letting it bounce on the crisp fall lake. Silence prevailed between the brothers; it was peaceful. The starry night and thrum of crickets eased their tired minds. “Is it hard to let go?” Tristan’s low voice pierced Azazel’s ears. He was curious why his brother wanted to know this. Was he in pain? “It squeezes your heartstrings; you feel ashen and dead from the inside,” Azazel couldn’t put it into words. “Then why did you choose to have her in your heart and hurt yourself?” Tristan threw another rock into the lake. He didn’t know the entirety of his brother’s love for Athena, but looking at his brother’s state, it seems like the pain of love ha